After messing around for an hour, a few somewhat presentable dishes were finally served on the table.
Simple stir-frying dishes were fine, but once the difficulty increased, Justin found that he had no talent
for cooking.
He even relied on Bella to supervise and instruct him throughout the process. If he tried to cook on his
own, they would probably have to wait until midnight.
After the work was done, Justin's forehead was covered with sweat, and his white shirt was drenched.
Bella felt distressed as she looked at him, taking a tissue to wipe his sweat while pouting angrily. "Wyatt
is so annoying. He has a bunch of cooks and Aunt Celeste, our beautiful residential chef, at home. Why
did he have to stay for dinner and make things difficult for others?"
"Bella, you haven't seen Chairman Thompson for some time, and you asked him to stay to taste my
cooking." Justin did not think it was troublesome. Instead, he enjoyed the cozy moment cooking with
his beloved woman.
Bella blamed herself for speaking sarcastically, causing it to backfire on Justin instead. Her face
flushed. "That was my anger speaking! Can't he tell?"
"It's okay, Bella."
Justin's arm wrapped around Bella's narrow waist, comforting her softly. "I've always wanted to do
something for Chairman Thompson, even if it's just a simple dinner." "Are you trying to please him?"
Bella pressed her body close to him, her nose almost touching his. "Forget about it. He's impossible.
Even if you bomb him with kindness, he might still show you a sour face. Besides, you don't have to do
so. Who cares about him when we're together?"
"Ahem!"
Wyatt coughed loudly, interrupting the couple's sweet words.
Bella rolled her eyes. 'This old geezer is always ruining the mood!'
"Ha, it must be tough for Mr. Salvador to cook. I even thought you were going to make breakfast for me
instead of dinner." Wyatt sneered, taking his seat elegantly.
Justin was speechless.
"Ha, you said you wanted to stay for dinner yourself. Nobody is forcing you." Bella shot back, her eyes
narrowing slightly. "Apart from me, Justin has never cooked for anyone else. Stop complaining when
you're already taking advantage of him."
Wyatt was at a loss for words.
Justin frowned and chuckled.
Bella and Wyatt were indeed father and daughter. Their tone and mannerisms were the same, as if
they were looking in a mirror.
Wyatt straightened his back, picked up his cutlery, and started to dig in.
Justin felt as if his heart was not his own the whole time, unable to feel his heartbeat. He held his
breath as he waited for Wyatt to try his cooking.
The unwanted son-in-law had to face his father-in-law someday.
"Is sauce free?"
"Why is there so much salt?"
"These vegetables are overcooked. What a failure!"
Wyatt gobbled down the food while making harsh comments.
Justin expected that his review would not be great, but he did not expect it to be this bad. He could only
smile bitterly.
However, no matter what, it was already something he would not dare dream of-that Bella's father
would allow him on the table.
Bella could not endure it anymore and finally exploded. "That's enough, Wyatt! If you can't eat it, you're
welcome to leave. Justin put in so much hard work to cook for you. Even if you don't like it, you
shouldn't be so ungrateful! Besides, why did you eat so much if it tasted bad? Are you a masochist?"
"I didn't even change after getting off the plane and came straight to Savrow to look for you! I haven't
had a sip of water until now. I finally got to stay for a meal, but this bastard is so slow at cooking that I
almost starved to death! Do you think I like eating this? His dishes are inedible!" As he spoke, Wyatt
shoved down another spoonful of food, chewing fiercely, as if he were chewing Justin's flesh and bones
instead.
Bella was initially angry, but she could not help but laugh after hearing this.
Seeing that his daughter was smiling, Wyatt's lips instinctively curled up.
Justin and Quentin were delighted to see the ice breaking between the father and daughter. The
atmosphere at the dinner table started to become warm and relaxed, compared to the heavy and
suffocating pressure at the beginning.